Amber Trent sits in her chair and focuses on the garden. The wind of earlier has died away and the birds, sated on seeds are elsewhere. All is still and silent.| Marsha Ingrao - Always Write
My Uncle Ted died more than three years ago, but I only recently started grieving. At first, my brother and I had to manage the estate, and it was terrible to see family members lured by monetary gain as we sorted assets.| Marsha Ingrao – Always Write
The Shrew of Termagant Court by Gary A. Wilson Ethel stepped into her favorite coffee shop. She paused and inhaled deeply to gather her sense of calm and civility before scanning the room – lo…| Marsha Ingrao - Always Write
Countdown by Grant P. Ferguson Before I tell you my secret, let me ask you a few questions. Do you really want to know when you’re going to die? If you knew, how would your life change? And here’s …| Marsha Ingrao - Always Write
